Vendetta

After eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Fu Ling patted off the dregs on her hands and stood up, deciding to take another look, maybe she would go out?

This canyon is very barren, twists and turns, each pinnacle is about the same length, Fu Ling has a good memory, but not a good sense of direction, half an hour passed, it was completely dark, and he was still wandering in this canyon.

The valley was very quiet at night, and after walking for a while, he suddenly heard footsteps not far away, thinking that the man behind the stone was also lost, and he hasn't gone out yet?

Holding the knife, Fu Ling hid in the crevice of the stone, waiting for the man to approach.

The man held the torch in his hand, his face was handsome and his figure was tall and straight under the light of the fire.

"Yan Zhu?" Fu Ling came out from the crack of the stone, and he asked, "Why are you here?"

"Come to find you." Yan Zhu approached with a torch, saw that he was unharmed, and breathed a sigh of relief, but his frown did not completely relax: "Why are you so reckless? What if there are traps in the canyon?"

"It's nothing, I'm not afraid of anything." Anyway, Fu Ling has nothing to worry about, and the people in Yishan may be sad for a while without him, but life is not difficult.

It's just that if she died like this, Fu Ling would feel unwilling.

At night, the canyon is windy, blowing the clothes and hair of Poria cocos, and a faint fragrance is wafting.

Yan Zhu lowered his face and was about to say a few words to him when the wind blew over, bringing a faint fragrance.

This fragrance is no longer the strong sweet-scented osmanthus, but the fragrance of crabapple flowers!

Very light, but it lasts for a long time.

All the feelings and doubts in Yan Zhu's heart were filled by this fragrance, and all of them rushed out for a while, he suddenly grabbed Fu Ling's wrist, and asked anxiously: "Why did you do this?"

Fu Ling was caught off guard by him and almost lost her footing: "Ah? I saw people and ran after them, otherwise how would I know what they were going to do—"

"Didn't I tell you to use less internal energy?" Yan Zhu stared at Fu Ling closely, "Didn't I tell you to stay in Huoshan to recuperate?"

Yan Zhu knows?How did he know?

Fu Ling quickly looked away, not showing it on the face, but her heart was already in a mess, her first reaction was to pull her wrist out: "What did you say..."

Yan Zhu didn't let him smoke, but instead pulled him in tightly, and said in a low voice, "Fu Ling."

Fu Ling's heart was shocked, and she responded, "Huh?"

Yan Zhu said with burning eyes: "You look up at me."

Fu Ling: "It's too dark for me to see."

"Poria!"

Fu Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she pulled her hand out forcefully: "Since you know, don't ask, and I won't tell you if you ask."

Fu Ling simply took off the mask, different from "Cheng Suyu"'s gentleness and softness, those eyes reflected the firelight.

But it is still as clear as water, just like the Milky Way in the sky, sprinkled with the light of broken stars.

This is the real Poria, the whole him.

Yan Zhu looked at this overly beautiful face, and asked softly, "Fu Ling, what do you want to do?"

"I didn't tell you not to ask," Fu Ling chuckled, "When you find out, you won't talk to me so calmly."

"why?"

Fu Ling smiled and bent her eyes like a crescent moon in the sky. He asked, "Are you hungry? I just finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. I knew I should have saved some pieces for you."

Yan Zhu didn't look away, but Fu Ling stood openly for him to see.

After a while, Yan Zhu sighed: "I'm not hungry. I walked around a few times and made some signs. I have an idea in my mind. I should be able to walk out tomorrow. Let's rest here overnight."

Fu Ling nodded: "Alright, I'll go find some firewood."

"I'll look for it, you stay here." Yan Zhu pulled Fu Ling to sit down, "I'm afraid you won't be able to come back after you go."

Fu Ling sat down and looked up at him: "The person who put the silver needle ran away, I didn't catch up, that person is quite familiar with the terrain, he should have gone out..."

"I'm not here to catch him, I'm here to find you." Yan Zhu didn't let him continue, "The valley is very cold at night, and the stone is just sheltered from the wind. There are many conditions at night, so don't walk around."

Fu Ling leaned against the stone, "Got it, I'll wait for you to come back."

Yan Zhu nodded, and handed the fire to Fuling.

Fu Ling refused to answer: "Hold it, how can you see it without fire?"

"It's okay," Yan Zhu said, "I will find the fire and come back."

Yan Zhu broke the fire to Fu Ling, and soon disappeared into the darkness. The canyon seemed darker than other places, and only the stars in the sky could be seen.

Yan Zhu came to look for him, Fu Ling leaned on the stone and thought, otherwise Yan Zhu would have left long ago, why bother to go so deep?

He just came to look for me, Fu Ling thought.

Yan Zhu came back very quickly. He cut down half of the tree growing on the cliff and dragged it all the way back.

Fu Ling took a knife and wanted to split it into firewood.

Yan Zhu: "Let me come, you are still injured."

"My little injury is really fine," Fu Ling said, "You don't need internal strength to chop wood, how do you chop it with a sword? After a while, it will be broken by you, and it will have to cut mud like jade."

Although Fuling can't claim to be the number one swordsman in the world yet, he can be considered the number one swordsman in the world when it comes to chopping firewood.

The two sat around the fire, the night in the canyon was extremely quiet, except for the sound of the wind, there was only the sound of the fire burning in front of them.

After a moment of silence, Yan Zhu asked, "How did you join the Holly Gate?"

"My master sent me there. He was prevented from practicing martial arts by his fellow sect, and he even broke a leg. He was afraid of delaying me, so he wanted to send me to Dongqing sect to learn as a master. I worked as a cook in the kitchen for two years and was favored by Zhao Xu." , that bastard sent someone to burn down my master's house in the middle of the night in order to break my relationship with my master." Fuling held a wooden stick and added firewood to the fire, the light of the fire shone on his fair face, and his willow-leaf eyes were shining brightly. It is unclear, "My master didn't know that he was killed by his fellow sect until he died. He also felt that he lost face to the sect because of his lack of martial arts. Now that I think about it, I really don't know whether it was right or not to go to the Dongqing sect. wrong."

If she didn't go to Dongqingmen, Fuling couldn't practice sword skills, and couldn't avenge her master and wife. She went to Dongqingmen, but indirectly killed her master.

"It's not your fault," Yan Zhu said, "Your master was murdered by evil people, you avenged your master, and also eradicated evil for the world."

There may be a limit to what a good person can do, but there will never be an end to what an evil person can do.

Fu Ling hooked the corner of her mouth, but there was no smile on her face: "Yan Zhu, I will still kill people, maybe a lot, anyone is possible, will you still think that what I do is reasonable?"

"You are not a villainous person, on the contrary, you are a rare righteous and kind person in the world," Yan Zhu said earnestly, "The king of hell judges life and death, but he can distinguish right from wrong, understand good and evil, and will never confuse black and white."

Fu Ling asked, "Why are you so sure?"

Yan Zhu smiled and said, "I've always been so sure."

Fu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, he looked up at the stars in the sky, "I won't go back to Huoshan again."

Yan Zhu turned to look at him.

Fu Ling continued: "You want to ask why again, right? Because the matter is over."

Yan Zhu: "What are you going to do? Can't I help?"

"No, it's my own business, I have to do it myself." If Yan Zhu knew that Fu Ling was going to kill Liang Ruzhu, let alone helping him, maybe he would try his best to stop him.

Yan Zhu: "Can't say?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Parents and sister died so badly, they should be rested in peace after death, Fu Ling didn't talk about it in detail with anyone.

One is that he felt that the deceased was insulted, and he didn't want to bring it up again and again, and the other was that it was really not easy to kill those four people.

Fu Ling has now picked two of them as persimmons. The other two are not only strong in martial arts, high in status, but also have a good reputation in the world.

Fu Ling doesn't care, he has killed all the way, and his reputation is not very good, not to mention, he doesn't live for fame.

Just scold, scold, people live willfully in this life, for themselves and for others, but want to be ashamed of their hearts, why should they care what other people's dogs spit out?

"Okay." Yan Zhu said, "Let's rest early today."

The two leaned against the stone, and neither spoke again.

After a while, Fu Ling opened her eyes, followed by the light of the fire, and quietly looked at Yan Zhu, who had her eyes closed.

Yan Zhu always has a dusty aura about him, even though he is wearing a green dress, leaning against a stone, surrounded by piles of firewood and rocks, he still doesn't lose half. He is a gentleman.

Fu Ling has long heard that Yan Zhu is jealous of evil and respects his teacher, and later knows that he is a noble man. He is a disciple of a famous martial arts school and the most righteous swordsman in the world.

But Liang Ruzhu is his uncle.

Fu Ling and him really just met by chance.

Fu Ling looked at him quietly, using her eyes to outline his facial features in her heart, this was probably the last time they got so close.

The original painting was too bad, and I couldn't draw half of Yan Zhu's expression.

His eyes hurt so much that Fu Ling closed his eyes. He thought that he would not be able to see again. He must find the best painter in the world to draw him on paper and hang it up forever.

Even if there is only a slight resemblance.

Not long after Fu Ling closed her eyes, she fell asleep with thousands of thoughts in her heart. The wind became stronger and stronger at night, making the fire smaller and smaller, and Fu Ling shivered unconsciously.

Yan Zhu opened his eyes, got up to add more wood to the fire, turned to look at Fu Ling, and found that he was still trembling slightly.

Yan Zhu sat outside to shield him from the wind.

Fu Ling leaned on the stone, whispering softly: "I'm hungry, I'm so hungry that I feel cold all over..."

When Yan Zhu heard this, his movements froze. After hesitating for a moment, he sat down beside Fu Ling, stretched out his hand, and slowly embraced him in his arms.

Poria was in a dream, dreaming that he was walking alone in the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, dreaming that he was climbing trees again and again, dreaming that half of the Holly Mountain was covered by heavy snow, dreaming that the cold wind was blowing towards the dilapidated and wide Drilling into his collar, dreaming that the overwhelming snow buried the top of his head.

But then someone hugged him in his arms, and the continuous warmth isolated him from all the cold wind, frost and snow in the world.

Yan Zhu embraced him, stretched out her other hand, and gently wrapped the broken hair on his temples behind her ear.

The affection filled in the heart quietly flowed out in the light of the fire and the evening wind of the night, and turned into tender fingers, resting between the eyebrows of the sweetheart.

It turns out that the heart is only for a moment.

Fu Ling was leaning against Yan Zhu's arms, but she had already woken up, and he would wake up easily when he had a nightmare.

He opened his eyes and looked at Yan Zhu, but Yan Zhu didn't avoid it, and looked at him calmly.

"You know you hold me like this, it's easy for me to misunderstand you..."

Yan Zhu raised his face and lowered his head.

A cool kiss came forward, blocking Fu Ling's words behind her.

Fu Ling's eyes were wide open in shock, Yan Zhu's arm around his waist was weak and gentle, Fu Ling could escape with just a little effort.

However, Fu Ling didn't struggle, he stretched out his arms to hug Yan Zhu, and closed his eyes.

It was just a superficial kiss, but it seemed to set off a turbulent sea in my heart, and all worries and insincere words were thrown out of the sky.

The young people's feelings are the warmest, purest and most moving.

After a long time, Yan Zhu let go of Fuling, and touched Fuling's flushed face with her hand, "If you don't hide now, you won't be able to hide later."

Fu Ling smiled and rolled her eyes: "I won't hide, but you are still willing to come, I will never hide."

"You were trembling just now," Yan Zhu gently hugged Fu Ling, and rested her chin on the top of Fu Ling's head, "Are you afraid?"

Fu Ling leaned against his arms, her heart beating like a drum, she didn't speak.

Yan Zhu asked amusedly: "You still know to be afraid? Why don't you know to be afraid when you run into the canyon alone?"

Fu Ling just smiled, and gently grabbed Yan Zhu's sleeve.

What he was afraid of was that all of this was just a mirror image, and could only be left as a dream.